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Picture
Picture
Aren't you a pretty picture
Painted in just the right way
But the magic brush that painted you
Isn't here today
Rain rushes in the window
Your colors fade and run
Standing naked in the daylight
The hole burns out the sun
You try to collect
What you think you've lost
The colors fade faster
You sink in the frost
Drowning in the colors
You can't scream, but try
Where are your magical painters now
Your image was a lie
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Minds are like parachutes.
They work better open.
"If I were Hermione, I would have licked his pantleg."
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